I was running late for class, again. With that in mind, I took a quick detour and head for the back entry to the lecture theatre, so I could sneak in the back of the room without anyone noticing.
As I slumped down into my seat, I knew full well that I was not going to get much out of this class today. Not only was the lecturer going on about equations that I wouldn't even begin to understand, but I was a little distracted today. Don't ask me why, but the more stressed I am, the hornier I get… and let's just say, uni was really stressing me out recently. When this happens, it's like all my mental frustrations turn into sexual frustrations, to the point where I can't concentrate in any of my classes and just spend the whole time constructing these detailed sexual fantasies in my mind. So as I sat there in the dim theatre, where I should have been taking notes, I was desperately trying to recall the details of my erotic dream from last night. In the dream, I remembered that I was being taken from behind while standing, and the man fucking me was pressing my body and face up against the wall. The dream was just starting to get nice and rough when I was rudely awaken by my alarm clock to get to class, so here I was now trying to piece together the details before it disappeared out of my mind altogether.